Paroles de Bobbing for apples

Bobbing for apples in somaliaThe man with the iron curtain is following youNo one's coming for tea-time except my own holy ghostYou're somewhere far, probably drinking a whiskeyI'm dating jack daniels and caleb's with miss nikki tineNachos with cocoa -- hey, to each his own

Lovely people, lovely placesI can't remember names and i can't remember facesSomeone next door's fucking to one of my songs

Hey light fixture, you are much too brightOh, won't you stay with me through the night?Just grab a pillow tightAnd wait for the dizziness to passRock and roll, you ate my soulYou sucked dry my bones but you spit out my moleI'll always opt to fall down these stairs in the end

Lovely people, lovely placesDrunken faces, slurring their phrasesIll always opt to fall down these stairs in the end

You're so jealous, im so lonelyYou'll never forgive me but i love you onlyI'll always opt to fall down these stairs in the end